Living in my colleague Mumu's world

For the next six months, Mumu and I repeated these exciting activities. I was incredibly aroused, and he enjoyed it immensely too. I increasingly loved the supreme stimulation that the machines Mumu designed gave me, and my needs grew. I seemed unable to live without these things. Just as Mumu wanted, I could have them inserted all over my body all day long, and I couldn't go a day without them.

In his eyes, and in my heart, I felt I was becoming increasingly promiscuous. In our relationship, I only thought about how Mumu would abuse me, how pleasurable it would be, and whether there would be new devices, etc. I didn't consider anything else. My work performance gradually declined, and Mumu no longer showed me the deep affection he used to have.

He stopped designing new devices and stopped being gentle with me. He often locked me in a large closet all day, and each time he would abuse me severely. He also frequently threatened me to obey his orders, which gradually evolved into me being completely obedient to him. He often made me wear revealing clothes to work, etc. I felt that his feelings for me had completely disappeared. Now, all he did was abuse me, repeatedly abuse me, and endlessly abuse me.

However, there was one thing Mumu consistently maintained: her daily nutritional supplements. These things greatly helped improve her physical strength. Also, there were those aphrodisiacs Mumu was using, which made my genitals increasingly sensitive—my nipples, clitoris, and so on. Now, my orgasms were shorter, more frequent, and more intense than before. I was completely immersed in the pleasure of orgasms.

Six months later, one winter day, I wore thick black stockings, exposing my breasts and genitals. I wore a dark green wool sweater, a black skirt, and 14cm high black leather boots that reached above my knees. I then wore a white down jacket over them as I went to work.

That day, Mumu said he had something to do and couldn't pick me up. I took a taxi to work and arrived very early. The first thing I did when I got to the office was close the door and turn on the air conditioner. About half an hour later, it was almost time for work to start. I could hear a steady stream of footsteps outside, indicating that most of my colleagues had arrived as well. By then, the indoor temperature had risen. I took off my down jacket, sat down in the chair, and looked at the time—it was almost 9 o'clock. Why wasn't Mumu here yet? My eyes were fixed on that large cabinet, and an urge to go inside filled my mind

. I was looking forward to Mumu coming and putting me inside… Unconsciously, my lower body started to get hot. I thought: I might as well take the initiative and try a more lewd position. Maybe when Mumu comes, I can arouse his interest. I smiled smugly, so I took off all my clothes, including my leather boots. I took out my usual 16cm flats from my locker and put them on. After securing myself to that wicked chair, I put on a gag, a blindfold, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. And so, I waited for Mumu's arrival in that not-so-stimulating chair.

About half an hour later, I orgasmed twice, saliva dripping onto my stomach. Then the door opened and quickly closed, stopping abruptly just as footsteps approached. I then heard Mumu throw something onto the sofa. Immediately afterward, Mumu removed me from the chair, but without removing the blindfold and gag. I stood aside for a while, then my handcuffs were removed, and I was immediately bound behind my back with a single glove. Next, the large cabinet door opened, and Mumu pushed me inside, securing my body and installing the equipment. He then removed the gag from my mouth and immediately replaced it with the gag on top of the cabinet, completing the securing inside.

I pressed my chest tightly against the back panel, fearing the sudden impact. I waited, and after about a minute, everything began to work, but the cabinet door remained open. What followed was a beating on my back and buttocks. This time, it wasn't a thin leather whip, but a soft, rubber-strapped whip with a large area of impact. When I first received the first few lashes, I felt some pleasure, but I immediately realized something was wrong. Mumu seemed to be whipping me with all his might, each lash incredibly powerful, each one unprecedented, each one causing me unbearable pain. I screamed and made whimpering noises, but Mumu ignored me. He didn't say a single word, not even a single syllable. He mercilessly whipped me. My body was throbbing and trembling. The pleasure from the stimulation in my lower body couldn't mask the pain emanating from my body. Tears streamed down my face, and I cried sadly, but I still managed to have a squirting orgasm.

He stopped after about 20 minutes. I could hear him panting heavily; he was exhausted. And I finally ended this cruel beating. This was the first time Mumu had truly tortured me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to ask why. My body leaned back, and my clitoris immediately felt an electric shock. The pleasure quickly returned to my brain, returned to my body. I continued to stand there, pressed against his chest. With a muffled thud, Mumu slammed the cabinet door shut. Although my mind was filled with many questions, I couldn't think about them anymore. Pleasure…orgasm…

I don't know how much time passed before everything stopped working. Then the cabinet door opened, and Mumu removed the... He used clips, then several handfuls to rip and tear off my stockings. He untied the shoelace on my left foot and took off my high heel. Without the support of the heel, I tried to support my weight on my toes to prevent those two big guys from penetrating deeper. Then he lifted my left foot with his hand, leaving me to support my weight on my right foot, but I couldn't maintain my balance. The big guys inside me churned with the movement of my body. He took my favorite pair of 18cm high-heeled leather boots and put them on my left foot, then did the same to my right foot. He then put a collar on me and a leather corset on me before pulling me out of the closet. Next, he put a gag on me and removed the blindfold.

He didn't turn on the light. It was already night, but I don't know what time it was. He clipped a pair of chain-linked nipple clamps onto my nipples, then bent down and tied a long, thin rope to my clitoral ring. He held the other end of the rope in his hand. Then, a sharp pain shot through my clitoris, and it felt as if he was pulling me directly towards the door.

The stimulation of the clitoris was completely different from that of the nipples; it was something I couldn't resist. And it wasn't just clipped to my clitoris, but directly tied to the ring, making it impossible to break free. I had to hurry to catch up. As I approached the door, I vaguely saw something on the sofa, something Mumu had thrown there that morning. I slowed my pace, wanting to see what it was. Just then, a sharp pain shot through my clitoris. It seemed Mumu had no intention of letting me see; he kept walking quickly forward. I had no choice but to follow.

Mumu was behaving strangely, his face was gloomy, and he didn't look at me directly, nor did he say a word. He walked quickly ahead, while I, wearing high heels and with my hands behind my back, couldn't keep up with him. He was fast, I was slow, meaning my clitoris was constantly being pulled and stimulated by him. If he slowed down, I would jog to catch up, then slow down again, then catch up again, and so on, until we followed him downstairs to the car. The car drove very fast, heading straight for my house.

On the way, I saw quite a few people on the street, some shops were closed, some were still open; it must have been around 10 o'clock. We arrived at the building quickly. After Mumu parked the car, he took my handbag and got out. Then he opened my car door and pulled on that wretched string. How could I get out of the car dressed like this? What if the neighbors saw me? I looked at him with pleading eyes, but it was no use. He pulled again, pulled really hard, it hurt so much… Tears welled up again, but it was no use. I couldn't bear the pain. I quickly got out of the car and stood beside him, constantly looking around, hoping no one was there… After he locked the car door, he pulled me towards the stairwell. Just as I was about to reach the stairwell, I heard voices behind me. I wondered if they had seen me…

Then, one by one, the lights in each stairwell came on, floor by floor, until I safely arrived home. After Mumu put a blindfold on me, he fixed the metal ring at the end of my glove to the doorknob, had me stand by the door, and then he turned on the light and went inside. I could hear him fiddling with various things for about 20 minutes. He untied the rope, pulled me into the house, and then took off my leather boots, glove, corset, and collar. Then he put a pair of stockings and high heels on me, pulled me to sit on a chair, tied my hands behind my back, fixed my upper body to the chair, folded my legs in half, and used a rope to wrap around the back of the chair and tie it to my knees, pulling my legs back to their limit. Then, to prevent my legs from closing, he added two more ropes and tied my legs to the armrests of the chair on both sides.

My legs were spread wide in an M-shape, stretched back to their maximum extent. If they weren't spread apart, my knees would have touched my nipples. This binding undoubtedly exposed my genitals completely, displaying them to outsiders in the most exaggerated, direct, and easily accessible way.

After completely binding me, he removed my blindfold. I saw two lamps in front of me, one on each side—the ones from my bedroom. In the center of the lamps was a DV camera on a tripod, propped up in front of me. I thought to myself, "He's already recorded so much, why bother with all this?" Then he stepped back, sat on the sofa, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. I wanted to ask him why he was acting so strangely today, but I couldn't speak; my mouth was still covered by a gag, and I could only make muffled sounds.

He looked up at me, paused for a moment, and then said, "Do you know what day it is today?"

I shook my head. "If I remember correctly, it's your birthday." Now

that he said that, it must be my birthday. My mind was a complete mess; all I could think about was orgasm, and I'd even forgotten my own special day.

"Am I right? I'm late today because I thought that since I torture you every day, your birthday should be like a normal person's, with a beautiful gift and a meaningful celebration. So I prepared some gifts. But when I got to your office and saw you like this, I knew I was wrong. I love you, but for the past six months, all you've thought about is how to be penetrated, how to orgasm, how to feel good. What do you remember about all the good I've done for you? How much of my love for you can you feel? What have you done to be good to me? Especially today, it just proves you're a complete slut, a whore, a whore! What else is in your head besides SM and sex? I loved you deeply at first, but now I realize I was wrong. My love for you..." "It's meaningless to talk about it. You just need me to torture you, to give you pleasure... Today I finally understand this, Xiao Ai. Today is our new beginning, a turning point. From today onwards, our lives will be different."

After saying this, he stubbed out his cigarette, walked in front of me, picked up a leather whip, turned on the DV camera, and continued standing in front of me, "From now on, we are no longer friends, no longer superiors and subordinates, and there's no distinction between work hours and off-work hours. I am your master, and you are a slut. You must obey me at all times. Now I need you to make a formal statement. This time, I will ask you a question, and you will answer. If you say something wrong, I will hit you!"

After saying this, he whipped my genitals. It was both painful and stimulating, but the pain was more intense. "Did you hear me?"

I hurriedly nodded. "And you should know that I won't be like before. You know about this recording and all the other recordings. If you lie this time, if you say something wrong, I will make you a celebrity in China overnight!"

He removed the gag from my mouth.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Gao Xiaoai."

*Crack!* A lash struck my clitoris, and I cried out in pain. "You didn't answer the question completely!"

I thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. I remained silent for a while. *Crack!* Another lash. "I just said it. You've already forgotten?"

I remembered. "I'm a slut, my name is Gao Xiaoai."

"Very good. What are your hobbies? What do you most want to do?" To avoid being beaten, I thought for a while. "I like singing, dancing, and SM. What I most want to do is be tightly tied up and raped."

"State your aspirations!"

This question was probably the core of his video and conversation. He probably wanted to confirm our relationship. Although confirming such a relationship wouldn't be difficult for me, it would be dangerous. It might lead me down a path of no return. But for so long, I've gotten the pleasure I wanted. I've experienced unprecedented satisfaction. I've done lewd things in front of so many people and been penetrated by so many people. It's just that no one around me knows yet, or maybe someone already knows but I don't. This morning, Mumu hit me and acted strangely. He wasn't joking; what he said was true. I really hurt him. If I disobeyed him now, if I resisted him, perhaps the little self-respect I've always held onto would vanish, and I'd become a slut available to everyone. With so many videos in his hands, the consequences are serious. Just like he said, it's not impossible for me to become "famous overnight." Although I want to turn back now, although I regret it now, it's too late. From the day I came into contact with Mumu and fell in love with SM, there was no turning back…

"I, the little slut Gao Xiaoai, from today onwards, Yu Mu is my master. My body, everything I have belongs to my master. I will obey my master's every command in everything I do every day. I will do whatever my master tells me to do. I want to receive my master's sadistic pleasure." *

Crack!* Another lash struck my genitals. I cried out in pain. "Time limit!"

"For life, forever!"

After saying this, I broke down in tears.

Mumu no longer treated me gently as before; my crying meant nothing to him.

He took the gag and put it on me, then began whipping my genitals. Although it hurt, it was also very pleasurable. My vagina became more wet, and some of it would fly out with each lash of the whip.

My crying stopped.

Mu Mu laughed, "It seems that anything that stimulates you, whether it's pleasurable or painful, as long as it stimulates your sensitive areas, can make you feel good and make you forget everything. You're a complete slut!"

The whipping stopped, and he took out two large penises, inserting them into my vagina and anus respectively. He held the penises and thrust them in and out for about 10 minutes until I orgasmed, spraying onto his hand. He took out the penises, "That's enough for today. It's over. Untie yourself, go take a shower, and go to sleep!"

After saying that, he untied the ropes on my hands, took my house key and DV camera, and left.

I couldn't sleep that night, wondering what awaited me. I tossed and turned in bed, unsure if it was excitement and anticipation, or fear and lingering dread. The college application I submitted today was completely different from the last one, and Mumu was different now too. In a daze, I gradually drifted off to sleep…

The next morning, I woke with a start as my blanket was pulled back. Mumu was standing in front of me, tossing something to me. "Put it on!"

I took it and saw that it was a metal chastity belt. The waist and crotch areas were made of metal, with leather connecting them. The workmanship was exquisite. Notably, the genital area had a metal plate with many small holes, while the anus area had a larger hole. I put it on directly in front of him, and then he went behind me and locked it with a very delicate little lock. The lock looked small, but its quality and workmanship clearly indicated its sturdiness.

After putting it on, I discovered its ingenuity—the special treatment of the genital and anal areas. This chastity belt allowed me to urinate and defecate normally, but I couldn't touch my vulva, meaning I couldn't masturbate, and nothing could be inserted. My pleasure was restricted. After I put it on, he told me to wash up, and then he picked out clothes for me to wear from my wardrobe. After I finished washing up, he took out a pair of thick purple pantyhose, a black miniskirt, a black wool sweater, and a black chestnut coat. Then, after putting on over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots, we went to work together.

After he restricted me like this, I couldn't use the special chair anymore. Sitting in the office, looking at the props that had made me happy and comfortable for so long, but unable to use them, I felt very disappointed. But I knew things were different now; I couldn't ask him for anything anymore, only for him to order me around.

Around 10 o'clock, he came into my office. "During this time, you need to work hard and strengthen your connections with the county leaders, especially Wang XX, Li XX, and Guo XX. You need to achieve results as soon as possible, report to them, and invite them to dinner."

I returned to my normal life. Although at first I really wanted to masturbate, wanted to be tied up, and wanted to be penetrated, I couldn't get satisfaction because of the chastity belt, which was very uncomfortable. But after about a week, I got used to it.

For the next three or four months, Mumu would let me have sex once a week, but with restrictions. The time was no longer as long as before. Because of the repression of pleasure, each release was particularly intense. I could sleep normally once a week. Mumu moved into my house and slept in the bed, with a quilted mattress next to it. I had to wear a collar and sleep next to his bed, only getting to sleep in the bed once a week. I

had to remove the chastity belt twice a week to wash my genitals. Because it was winter, there was no odor. Every week, I had to invite all three of them to dinner. Mumu, of course, would appear at the table as the driver. After dinner, we would play mahjong, sing karaoke, or drink coffee, etc., meaning we became very close.

Actually, among these three, Wang and Guo had tried to take advantage of me and harassed me when I started working. Both of them held high positions. When I was promoted, they both offered to help me if I played around with them, but I didn't give them face. Although their words carried weight, they could only have a 30% impact on someone's promotion. I got to where I am today through my own abilities. After that, they lost face and stopped making such requests. Now, when I invite them to dinner, they are naturally eager to do so, still harboring some fantasies. However, it remained just eating and playing together, with no progress whatsoever. Over these three or four months, the three of them had a great time, especially Mumu, who kept them entertained, while I simply did my job as if it were a regular job.

By this time, it had been a year since my promotion, and almost a year since Mumu entered my life. It was a Monday morning, and on our way to work, Mumu assigned me a task: to request a year's leave for further study, and he would help me prepare the necessary forgery documents.

During that week, I completed all the formalities, while Mumu seemed busy with something else; we barely saw each other except after work. The following week, the county committee sent a document: Article 1: Approval of Comrade Gao Xiaoai's application for further study for one year, during which her rank, position, and salary will remain unchanged; Article 2: Comrade Muyu is hereby appointed as the Deputy Director of the xx Subdistrict Office.

Upon receiving the document, the Subdistrict Office held a meeting and decided that during my one-year leave, Yu Mu would temporarily take over my work and use my office. So all he wanted me to do for the past three or four months was to act as a go-between for him. I don't know what methods he used to get such treatment so easily. For the next year, I'll be disappearing from everyone's sight, living in my own little world...

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